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Gautam Prakash

Abstract Romance Others


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Gautam Prakash

Abstract Romance Others


The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

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It was his birthday the next day and I was counting the seconds to call him first. I tried to call him but it was busy. I could only wish him after twenty minutes and I yelled at him on his birthday for not picking up the call which I regretted. I later found out that it was a girl who called him five minutes before to book the slot to wish him at midnight. I was annoyed, jealous and possessive. He and I share a special bond, unlike other girls. I always try to make him a better character and look into every minute details of his life. I thought that this was the better way to show my love to him but recently seeing the way he treats other girls differently made me question my approach. I do not think he sees me romantically. At first, I assumed that’s how he is but he sees other girls that way and the idiot discusses the same with me about their body and how they look.


I would be sitting next to him in my room wearing no bra with my nipples piercing through the t-shirt and he would do nothing. He is so nice to me that sometimes he would even point out the flaws of my dress or any wardrobe malfunction. It is so irritating when a man tells you to close your body part when you are flaunting it for him. He is such a sweet gentleman but I feel upset when he does not do the same with other girls. I fear that I have fallen into his friend zone long ago but my heart is not accepting the possibility. 


I reached his birthday party a little late to get his attention. I wore a dark blue one-piece dress with a pearl necklace which I borrowed from my mum, a silver bracelet and a nose ring which he bought for me. Being the heartthrob that he was, our superstar’s birthday party was filled with girls and I barely got any time to spend with him. He was dancing all day with his guy and girl friends while I kept on rejecting guys who wanted my number or a date with me. While using the washroom I even saw my nerd friend get action which aroused me a little. To be honest, I waited for so long for him to kiss me and I am tired of giving him hints. I had a feeling that I would only grow old while Mr Chocolate boy would marry someone else and have kids. While I played my despair future a guy came next to me and asked,


“Would you care to join me for a drink?”


It was the guy from the college basketball team. He was way taller than me, wore a black suit with a magenta-purple vest with a trimmed beard and a crisp haircut. Though he was the ideal hunky man, any girl would want her hands on, my eyes were already set on my prince charming. He tried to seduce and lure me in many ways with his eyes but I acted like a stubborn idiot who wanted what she can’t have. The hunky man extended his hands towards me for a dance to which I accepted. While dancing my hands brushed on his biceps and for which I heard a loud hello from downstairs. I then proceeded to compliment his physique while touching his biceps. He complimented me back about my hair and my beautiful structure. I looked at the birthday boy who did not seem to care where I was and I knew there is no use waiting for him. By the end of the night, I ended up sitting bare ass on the top of the cold granite inside the washroom while the 6 feet giant made love to me till my eyes teared up and I could no longer walk straight. 


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